"I shouldn't care to pick you for a dead one!" Gladys laughed. "You have a way about you, my dear, that is rather chilling when you choose to make it so. You know what we used to call you—The Disconcerter."
"That was before I——" she paused. "Now I'm the one who is disconcerted—inwardly at least."
"Assuredly it's not outwardly," Gladys declared.
"I hope it isn't—but you never can tell when I shall fail to carry it off. I am always thinking—whenever I'm talking to anyone or walking the street—what must be in the other's mind: Amherst and me."
"Forget it, Stephanie—forget it!" Gladys exclaimed.
"I only wish I could."
"Don't think of it."
"I don't believe it's possible."
"Make it possible."